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| TYSON (SOUND GUY EXTRAORDINAIRE) AT B-SHARP |
Grains and greens and nuts and beans,
And sweet potatoes in between
Long walks.
Old age can
signal grumpiness and lethargy and frailty and dementia. Old age means blue
hair, and blue-hairs are known for their gatherings at either Swiss Chalet or
Denny’s. Old age means driving your car
down the highway noticeably slower than the speed limit and with the left
turning signal blinking and blinking and blinking. Old age means holding up the line in the
grocery store sorting through loose change and coupons and then quarrelling with
the clerk over the price of a can of corn. Old age means having the strange social
ability to frustrate family and neighbours and friends on any given day over
any given selfish thing. Being a senior
citizen has rather negative connotations and yet knowing this crux … I want to
become one.
I want to
become one because I want to live as long as I can. I do not want to die. I am not yet prepared to meet my maker, which
is quite strange considering I am the quintessential existentialist. I have
already met my maker/s, my parents, and both are dead (and gone). Oh sure, according to current physicists,
their energy is still orbulating among the trees in the forests and among the fishes in the seas of the universe, but
their human essence and sentience extinguished.
I do want to
live a long, long life and to accomplish such I’ve read a bit on the subject. It just so happens that on our planet there are
five longevity hotspots, having the highest concentration of centenarians, all
of whom are enjoying life in a healthy fashion.
These five regions, Sardinia (Italy), Okinawa (Japan), Loma Linda
(California), Nicoya Peninsula (Costa Rica), and Ikaria (Greece) are known as
the Blue Zones. And they are known as the Blue Zones only
because Dan Buettner, trade marker of the Blue
Zones, circled them on the map with a blue marker when he was researching
and identifying them.
Without
any collusion amongst any of the peoples of these regions, all five Blue Zones
inhabitants have things in common with regard to diet and exercise.
Grains and greens and nuts and beans,
And sweet potatoes in between
Long walks.
Notez bien
que: It could be the centenarians of
these regions do indulge other foodstuffs and such as alcohol, meat,
and fruit, and other exercise such as lifting weights, but grains
and greens, and nuts and beans, and sweet potatoes in between long walks are
the common intake and exercise restrictions.
I am a Blue
Zone fan and attempt on a daily basis to replicate their diet, so much so that
I read several articles on the five Blue Zones and created this skinny of
commonalities put these to poem:
Grains
and greens and nuts and beans,
And sweet potatoes in between
Long walks … I wrote it and recite it (often).
Now to
busking: Any busker worth his weight
(pun intended) can easily follow this Blue Zone diet. Grains can be gotten from any whole or
ancient grain cold cereal.
Raw fruit
and vegetable are always plentiful at farmers’ markets, a common pitch for
buskers.
Peanuts and
peanut butter is cheap and easy to eat on the go, and so are cans of beans
cheap and easy to eat. Besides a guitar
and harmonica, and/or didgeridoo, or a pencil and sketchpad, a can opener and
spoon are really the only essential tools, necessary to be a busker.
Sweet
potatoes are a bit more complicated and I’ve not a real appetite for them,
unless they are mashed and smothered in golden melting butter and coarse black
pepper.
Long walks
are commonplace for most members the buskerhood, as they move from street pitch
to street pitch.
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| MY KIND OF VACATION |
Grains and greens and nuts and beans,
And sweet potatoes in between
Long walks.
Now to my
busking. In wintertime portrait busking
is the way for me to go. I have fancied
myself as a brutto tempo busker but in doing so I know I am delusional. I hate thrumming in the cold (but could love
it if it were profitable). From the
economy of time and money, busking in winter is not worth the strum or the
drone or the draw.
In wintertime
I reside in the snowbank-blue Canadian sastrugi. When I become a blue hair I will not golf my
winters away in Arizona, nor will I bask and imbibe on some corporate Mexican
beach in Puerto Vallarta.
Rather, I will
continue to fritter as a planetary busker, biding my time to take long walks and dine as a blue hair in a Blue Zone!
These above portraits were drawn by my good friend, DUSTIN RITTER. (GOOGLE him:)
Dustin is a great guitar and harmonica guy and ... an excellent portrait artist!
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